by Jana Leigh
“Yes, Obi One, I will sleep,” Drake said.
“Whatever, asshole,” Brian laughed and faded away.
Drake laughed and snuggled into Harper, closing his eyes, thinking back.
He had been trying to figure out a good distraction while he was pushing through the tiny opening in the walls, making it look like he was never on this side of the dock, instead looking like he had wandered into the docks looking for help.
Drake took a deep breath and pushed his leg against a piece of metal that was sticking out. At least he had his tetanus shot in the last few months. Lockjaw would suck, especially for him—he liked to fuck around with the guys too much. If he had to be quiet that would then have him thinking too hard on how to torture them.
Shit, that stung, he thought and looked down, it went a little deeper than he intended. He was going to have to get stiches when they were done. Drake grabbed his leg and allowed the blood to come through his fingers before staggering into the open, moving toward the men.
They noticed him and had immediately begun to lead him to the canteen. It was nothing fancy on the outside but damn, when they walked through the doors, he smelt the most heavenly smell. He allowed himself to be pushed to the closest chair. The men talking to him in choppy English now.
“Sit, bandages,” one of the men said and ran for the back.
“You are lucky. Only us three today making bread and soup for tomorrow. Just about ready to leave,” another one said.
A young boy with dirty clothes walked out of the bathroom. The last man slapped him upside the head, and not in a friendly way either. Drake could understand what the man was saying.
“Take out the garbage and go home. That is what I told you,” the man yelled.
The small boy nodded and walked to the back with the man yelling at him the whole way.
“Who is that?” Drake muttered and motioned with his head. The one holding his leg turned and grimaced.
“Whore mother, works for food,” he said and then ignored what was going on yet again.
Drake waited and watched as the first man reappeared and they began to try to stop the bleeding. Drake looked at his watch. “Are you the only ones here?”
Both men nodded and then continued what they were doing. Drake was going to have to help the kid, these guys would mow him down to save their lives. That poor little guy didn’t look like he had enough energy to run very fast.
When they were finally done, Drake looked at his watch, perfect timing, got them off the dock but now to get them the hell out of there. He stood and walked around in a circle, showing them that he was doing much better. The men smiled and put the stuff away, looking like they were going back to work. He could see the small child walking toward him rolling a trashcan bigger than he was.
Drake could see the tired sad eyes and felt like shit. When the kid reached him, Drake swung down and grabbed the kid around the waist. He didn’t even struggle. He pulled out his gun and put a round in the oven, and the men freaked out, running out the door. He followed, shooting in the air to make them keep running. The dock was going to go up like a Roman candle in just a few minutes.
He ran with the kid dangling in his arms until he knew they were clear of the blow zone. Their extraction was going to be there and then he saw Frog come out of the shadows and motion to him to hurry. He set the kid down and turned him around. He smiled at Drake.
Drake shook his head and then reached into his pocket. They had been given a lot of money to purchase explosives there so they couldn't be traced to the US. He grabbed the remaining wad, and knew it was a fortune to the kid. He was reassured of this when the kid’s eyes grew wide at the look of the money.
“Do you understand English?" Drake asked.
“Yes,” the boy whispered.
“Good, take this. Get your mother and your family away from here. Start over, there is enough there to do that. Make a new life for yourself,” Drake said and the boy had tears in his eyes.
“Thank you,” the boy said and Drake nodded.
“Kid, you are my hero just from making it this long. Go to school and get an education,” Drake said, then turned and ran. Who cared if he had given the kid money. If he would have had more of it, he would have given it all to him.
As they ran to their extraction, neither of them saw the little boy following them. When the Hellos dropped, the kid memorized the numbers on the back, as well as took note of both of the men who had been there.
Chapter Fourteen
“What do you mean they are gone?! What could my puissant brother and his whore be doing together? They don’t even really work together. She is the American Rep. for this embassy—he is a flunky.” Diego frowned.
“I don’t know, sir, and neither did your mother. But after she came in, she went to handle a business call, when she was done they were gone,” the servant said.
“If they return, tell my brother I need to speak to him about the party we are to attend this weekend,” Diego smiled and said when he wanted to slit the idiot’s throat for not telling him sooner.
“Sir,” the man nodded and left his room.
Damn it to hell, had they found out something and were going to the authorities? Were they sneaking away for a quickie? On the other hand, were they planning on gathering more of his information under the guise of family.
It had occurred to him after his mother had left. The authorities were beating him by minutes to places. How did they know? The only answer was his brother or his bitch was telling someone on the outside. That was not acceptable. Things were going to come to a head in a few weeks, and he didn't need to have someone running around on American soil with so much information.
Shit, maybe he should cut his losses for now and get out. He could regroup, then come back in a few weeks and finish this. If he left before they discovered it, he would be able to use one of his other passports he had back at home.
“Diego?” his mother said from the doorway. “It seems that someone is beginning to put two and two together much quicker than you thought. Certain people have been making inquiries that are a little closer to the truth than I like. Can we move up the timeframe? And have you dealt with your brother, I can't find him or the American woman.”
Diego closed his eyes briefly, shit, he was pissed at his mother, Diego should just hang it up. He would never make it out alive. She would kill him herself, and think of an elaborate story about his disappearance. She had hidden her true side for a long time, but Diego had found out, although they had never talked about it—he knew.
“I have him being taken care of, Mother, and we can speed things up a week, it will take a few phone calls, but I think in ten days we could have this all done,” Diego said slowly and watched his mother purse her lips and then nod briskly.
“Do it,” she said and left.
Part Three
Coming to an End
"In the End, we will remember not the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends."
Martin Luther King, Jr.
Chapter Fifteen
Harper woke and stretched, she felt wonderful and it had everything to do with the two men who surrounded her. She grinned when she turned and looked at the mussed up hair that both of them were sporting. They were adorable, and they were going to be all hers. After the last few days of enduring enough ribbing from the others about if she wasn't in it for the long haul, she would have had to kill someone.
Thane had been the worst, he began calling her Mini-Me, and Lil Sis every time he saw her. For some reason he really felt like they were twins separated at birth. She couldn’t see it with his large commanding badass. Sure, she was a bitch, but in no way, shape, or form was she tall.
She chuckled softly and then slid out of the bed, not wanting to disturb the bears. It had taken Harper only two mornings to discover what grumps they were when she got out of bed before them. Apparently the craft of a morning snuggles was their ‘thing’.
Once in the sh
ower she sighed, and looked in the mirror. She wanted to high-five herself; however, she would look a little silly. She brushed her teeth, and took care of business, and then stripped and entered in the shower and almost groaned when the hot water hit her back. There were only a few perfect things in this world that mattered. A hot cup of coffee first thing in the morning, the feel of the first hot shower sprays, and of course the feeling when you were making love to the men who were meant to be yours.
She felt the whisper of movement behind her before she heard. “Why do you insist on making us chase you every morning. I swear it is like you want me to spank that sweet little ass.”
“Mmmm…Drake, you know I do that to tease you.” She sighed when she felt his hands wrap around her. “Is Joel still sleeping?”
“Hell no.” She felt Joel coming into the shower as well, it was a good thing the stall could hold ten if needed. “I want my morning sugar, or I will fade away into the abyss and never be heard from again.”
Harper giggled at their teasing. It was something she found herself doing increasingly these days. That and feeling feminine for the first time in her life and she was a completely different person, although Thane didn’t think so, Mason on the other hand, dubbed her a chameleon. She liked the reference.
Harper looked into Drake's eyes and saw the love there, shit, she looked at Joel and saw the same thing. Well fuck, she thought, and then closed her eyes. “Out of the shower,” she ordered.
Drake and Joel laughed. “I think that was a request, but for some reason it sounded a little bit more like a death sentence.” They pulled her from the shower and then went back to the bed.
“More space,” she said and leaned back.
Drake leaned over and kissed Harper until she felt her blood heat up. When he was finished, he turned and laid on his back and pulled her so she straddled his waist. He held her firmly when she tried to wiggle and looked up at her. “I adore you.”
Harper felt Joel behind her and he pushed her down to Drake’s level and ran a hand down her back and said, “I adore you.”
Harper felt the tears gather and she sniffed. “Damn you, I adore you too,” she whispered and felt Drake laugh. They all knew what they were saying but the words just stuck in her throat right now.
Harper looked up into his eyes and saw the passion and she shivered. He pulled her to him and kissed her deeply. When they had first made love to her, she thought she felt owned, but this kiss was more than that. It was like a brand on her soul as she allowed him to devour her lips. The hands that ran over her were firm, moving her and making sure she was where they wanted her.
She allowed them the freedom, trusting them to take care of her. Joel reached around her and grasped one of her breasts and began to pluck at the nipple, while Drake broke their kiss and latched on to the other one. She loved their mouths. They were like magic against her skin. The electricity they gave off was amazing. Each touch to her sensitive nipples were like bolts of fire running straight to her clit. It was amazing.
“You're gonna be with us forever, this is our decision we make now, right now before we take you together,” Drake ordered and looked up at her.
“Yeah, well, you can’t really do much from the bottom now can you, big guy.” Harper laughed, squeezing her knee to his side and moving a little, brushing her wet pussy over his stomach and loving the feel of marking him with her arousal.
Drake narrowed his eyes and nodded to Joel who wrapped and arm around her and pushed her forward a little. When she reached forward to brace herself against the headboard, she felt both of them grab her wrists and hold tight. The next thing she knew she was on her knees, handcuffed to the bed and frowning at them as they both slipped away from her, leaving her there facing the wall, exposed and naked.
“My, what a pretty picture you make,” Drake said and Harper looked over her shoulder and growled.
“Not funny, guys, let me go and we'll call this all a mistake,” she said calmly and then waited. She heard rustling behind her and looked over her shoulder again and saw the bag Drake pulled out from under the bed.
“You're going to learn what being in custody really means. We are serious when we say forever, I know this is quick but damn it, I am not fucking around here,” Joel said and pulled out a finger vibrator and grabbed a tube of lube that was on the side of the bed.
“What are you doing with that? Wait where did you get that, I was so gonna order that the other day, damn it,” she asked and smiled.
“Figures, and Tank is a plethora of information,” Joel said and then stood and waited. Her eyes widened and they crawled back on the bed.
“Before the night is over, you will be begging us to take you. Then you will yell your undying love from the roof tops,” Drake promised and Harper just laughed. This wasn’t a game, but she felt the need to make them work for her acceptance.
They began to feel her breasts and body again, touching her lightly with the vibrators until she was moving against them to get them to hit where she wanted them to. Joel had one on her nipple while Drake was using the other to play with her clit, rubbing it up and down her slit, turning it on when it was close to her clit and then moving it back when she felt the tingle.
Then Joel pinched her nipple and turned the small device on and she felt first cold and then heat flood through her nub. Shit, what the hell were they doing to her?
“Now, we're going to go over the rules while we have your attention,” Drake said.
Harper moaned and said, “Seriously, NOW?”
She felt the sting of a slap on her ass and she bucked a little and felt the warm sensation flood to her pussy. The vibrators both began to work again on her sensitive areas and she closed her eyes and focused.
“So when we make a decision together, what are we gonna do?” Drake said and Joel moved to her rear and Drake to her side.
She felt a small pinch as Joel inserted the small finger vibrator into her ass and then twist it. “Fuck,” she screamed.
“No, that's not the answer I was looking for,” Drake said and slid the vibrator to her clit and turned it on full blast and held it there for a second until she began to writhe and then he pulled it back.
“No,” she cried and closed her legs, trying to rub them together to get the feeling back.
“Let’s go over this again, sweetheart. Question two on our list, who are you gonna belong to when this is over?” Drake said and they turned the vibrators on again and she felt the soft hum of them through her body.
“You,” Harper whispered, refusing to let the feelings she had building go.
“Good,” Joel said and smoothed a hand down her back.
“And who are you going to go to when you have a sad day?” Drake said, pushing the vibrator slowly inside her, making her moan.
“You,” she said.
“Nice,” Drake said and finally, “Who are your only men?” he asked and they both pulled the toys out of her and she cried out.
“You, please, fuck me. I can’t stand it. I swear, I am all in, take me!” Harper yelled and felt the tears against her cheek. She had never given this much of herself before and their bond strengthened.
They reached up and released the cuffs and she slumped down, turned over, and looked at them with love in her eyes. “Please.”
“I think our little woman has a dark side,” Drake said.
“Yeah, and we have cookies on the dark side too, so come and join me,” she said and opened her arms.
Drake and Joel laughed and then quickly joined her. Harper licked her lips at the thought of taking both of them in her mouth; she hadn't done that to Joel yet.
She smiled and then accepted Drake’s kiss. He explored her mouth until she was panting. He was a good kisser, she was in heaven. Harper felt Drake palm her heavy breast and she arched into him. His hands were callused a little and the rough skin made her nipple perk up with the friction.
Drake leaned in and took her nipple into his mouth and she cried out
into Joel’s mouth giving him more room to deepen the kiss even further. The gentle kiss became more demanding and she felt his hand cup her other breast. Finally, she had to break away and take a deep breath. The sensations seemed to rob her of the ability to breathe.
Drake didn't give her much of a chance though to catch her breath. He let her nipple go with a pop and then claimed her mouth. It was amazing, she never had felt this way when she was with anyone before.
“I need to taste that sweet cream again,” Joel murmured in her ear then kissed his way down her body. Drake held her firmly and continued playing with her breasts and kissing her, while Joel got into position.
She felt him pull her to the edge of the bed as he knelt on the floor. He flipped her legs over his shoulders and she wanted to giggle. The picture they must have made. But she didn't have the chance. Joel swiped at her wet pussy lips from front to back so quickly that she bucked a little. He held her waist with his hands and then began to eat at her like a starving man. He pushed his tongue through her folds and she felt the tip of his tongue graze her clit.
Drake finally gave her mouth a reprieve and went to work on her breast again. He sucked and nipped then in the same rhythm as Joel. It was like they were in perfect harmony. She cried out as she felt the tingling of an orgasm building. She wasn’t going to be able to hold off, they had already made her body hum so much. Joel sucked her clit into his mouth, rolling in against the roof of his mouth and she screamed her release.
Drake pulled her over the top of him quickly and scooted until they were in the middle of the bed. She felt the tremors from the orgasm still flooding through her when he helped her straddle him and then he entered her with one fast stroke. She cried out again because of the sensitiveness of her still pulsing pussy.
